I've thought a lot recently about the women I work with in the county jail. Their days consist of sitting around, eating, sleeping through much of the day, staying up talking all night and watching television. I think of Keith on death row, spending years and years waiting for his case to go through the proper appeals channels. And I think about the terms correctional facility and department of corrections. Is it "correctional" to take away people's liberties, and do nothing to help them prepare for life after they get out? Just what good does it do anyone to sit around in a small cell for sixth months then set them free to face the same poverty and addictions they left behind? Is a probation officer enough of a support person to help someone start a new life? We're warehousing more people in the correctional system than ever before. Exactly where are the compassion and the tools to assist people in transforming their lives?